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Yeah Ghetto boy sh*t Man I like this one *snorts* (Got that on my beat) I'm in a bust off a bust with the 45 A n***a run up un us and he gon' die Forty five hunnid’ dollar outfit, I'm so fly Thirty eight hunnid’ for a pint, I'm so high n***as clutchin' on they guns when I roll by But they know don't flick a shot or they gon' die Jump out the Benz hewewaAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH! Y'aight Jump out the Benz with the chop, let it ghost ride Y'all can't do that yellow sh*t cuz we started that b*t*h I was the n***a fore I knew how to rap And I sold a lotta crack before I wrote the rap I got a Glock third back, I don't wanna scrap Say you moved a thousand pounds, where you sold them at? Where the baking soda at, I got a pint, where the soda at? Yeah, I know I rap and all, but I'm blowing straps I got a fifty-piece on me and a Gucci wallet This mad bag got a ticket, we don't do deposits This an entanglement, we f**k it, so don't tell nobody Really want a friend, shoot my shot, watch it passin' by me I'm doing good, hit the road, ain't no label sign me I'm in the streets baggin' up, it ain't hard to find me A milly gold with the stones, they gon’ blow behind me Gucci down to the socks, yeah I’m actin’ funny Head n***a with me on god, they gon’ blast somebody So when them shots rang, get out there don’t know who shotti We done came to the bust, put the bag behind it A real n***a took his time and ain’t tell on nobody I’m in the dojo with the trainer like I know karate I put a three on a one and I still dropped somebody My fans keep comin’ back, so they pay for this body And I ain’t gon pay no money and we gon survive (they dead) Every twelve hours I’m in sax finna blow the sack Damn, you got a rehab in the morning, you can’t blow us that Forty five hunnid for a pound, where they grew all that? Oh, you got dat sh*t from Steve O, I was knewin’ dat I got a Cali plug too, I get real uuhh We the ones in BTREY drive the sales up Monkey nuts on a AR in this field up Yeah, Will my manager but he still brusts I know lil’ baby say she won’t, but she’ll still f**k She just wanna smoke my weed and eat these pills up I’m just tryna’ hit the room, I’m tryna drill some Baby, I’m a wild boy and I don’t feel nothin’ Finessed the whole eight, say he don’t feel nothin’ I put the packin’ in the street, yeah we still pumpin’ I get my bag out the state, that lil’ sh*t ain’t nothin’ I’m on probation buy the bag, man I’m still comin’ Like nah, for real, I’m still comin’ I’m still on my way n***a I’m on probation n***a and I still get on dat plane You hear me Haha It’s Mac Gang
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